Rain


I felt a wind of Cornwall

in a Surrey rain shower


touch out of great distance


hot oregano

too far for breaker sounds

insouciant all day

is sensed in blind dark


sunk fallen hills

of warm tangled heather

in deep mid-Atlantic

tainting atmosphere

hurtling wobbly landward


often on its rock spit

I have been mid-continent

knowing I could stride to India,

or part way, dry foot


cliffs amputating

wounds crying, holes

in a whole liquefying


if Jesus came to Curnow

he went across ocean


no second flood

no paradise



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